Reincarnated as a Mosquito, the School Beauty I Sucked to Tears is a Reborn Empress

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Where was Chu Sheng?

In fact, Chu Sheng’s body was right there in the ruins where the Ancestral Hall had vanished.

His consciousness, however, had already entered the world within his Lifebound Space, taking on the appearance of his past life.

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing this world that belonged completely to him...

’My Lifebound Space... it seems to have gotten bigger again!’

And in a corner of his Lifebound Space... a complete Witch Race Ancestral Hall stood majestically!

’Haha... I really moved it in!’

With a thought, Chu Sheng instantly appeared at the entrance of the Ancestral Hall.

Then, he strode inside.

He didn’t push the doors, yet they opened automatically... Outside, he would have had to pass trials to enter the core of this Ancestral Hall.

But now?

In this world, Chu Sheng was practically a demigod.

You could say... this Ancestral Hall was now his! What damn trials did he need to pass?!

...

Inside the blood-patterned Array in the dilapidated stone hall.

Before the great altar.

At the very moment the Ancestral Hall vanished.

The cold, sinister voice inside Gong Xuan’s body suddenly let out a shocked and furious roar:

”What’s going on?! How is the core Origin of this grotto-heaven gone?!”

Gong Xuan froze. ”My Lord, what do you mean?”

”Damn it! What the hell is going on!”

The voice had completely lost its earlier composure. ”Without the Origin, how am I supposed to refine this world!”

Gong Xuan’s expression changed as well. He looked up into the distance—only then did he realize the Ancestral Hall had actually vanished.

”How is this possible! My Lord, what do we do now...?”

The voice fell silent for a moment, then let out a cold, sinister snort.

”Hmph. I was originally planning to wait for that mosquito to enter the core and use the opportunity to refine this world’s Origin. It seems that’s no longer an option.”

”Then we’ll ignore it for now.”

”Activate the altar. First, refine these Witch Race People and help me reforge a physical body!”

Hearing this, Gong Xuan subconsciously trembled.

”What?”

The voice sneered.

”At this point, do you still have a way out?”

Gong Xuan’s lips moved, but no words came out.

”Rest assured.”

”Once I have reforged my body, the first thing I will do is lift your curse. Those scars on your body, that pain—you will never have to experience them again.”

”Isn’t all you want just to live?”

Urged on by the voice, Gong Xuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then snapped them open.

The look in his eyes had completely changed.

”Fine.”

He raised his hand, bit the tip of his finger, and dripped his blood onto the thirteenth altar.

”Activate.”

Instantly...

BOOM—

With the altar beneath his feet as the epicenter, a crimson ripple violently spread out!

The ripple passed through the stone hall, through the Blood-Patterned Heaven-Sealing Array, and instantly spread across the entire Witch Ancestral Land!

Immediately after.

Twelve crimson pillars of light shot up from the territories of the twelve clans! The light was blinding, each pillar dozens of meters thick, piercing straight into the heavens!

These pillars of light were emanating from the altars Gong Xuan had previously set up in the lands of the twelve clans.

On the Holy Temple Square.

No one had yet recovered from the shock of the Ancestral Hall’s disappearance when this sudden turn of events rooted them to the spot.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to move.

It was that they couldn’t.

Every single person of the Witch Race—from the ordinary clanspeople on the square to the eleven clan chiefs currently attacking the Array, and even Yun Yao on the steps of the Holy Hall—stiffened simultaneously.

An invisible force pressed down from all directions, pinning them firmly in place.

”What... is this?!”

The old chief of the Houtu clan struggled desperately, only to find his body completely unresponsive.

The woman from the Jumang clan’s face was deathly pale.

”My Qi Blood... my Qi Blood is draining away!”

The man from the Zhurong clan roared, trying to break free, but could only watch helplessly as wisps of red mist slowly seeped out from under his skin.

It wasn’t just them.

On the Holy Temple Square, it was the same for the tens of thousands of Witch Race People.

The red mist drifted out of everyone’s bodies, floating in the direction behind them—toward the territories of the twelve clans.

The twelve pillars of light grew brighter and brighter.

Within the pillars, countless wisps of crimson mist gathered, condensed, and churned, forming thick torrents of blood.